Cheers |
Anna Valutkevich |
to be young and to be miserable. the despairs of everyday life, from the loans to the loneliness. the looming threat of the unseen of the unknown, fast-approaching future. walk with me, talk with me, because we are not as alone as we believe ourselves to be. our sorrows, our worries, our hopes and highs and lows, are all shared by some other soul in this universe. your tears fall the same way as mine. he sees the same vibrancy in the azure sky as you do each time you gaze up for a sign. what do we do, oh what do we do? a teenage wasteland, a hopeless youth. toast your plastic cups to the days of being lost but not forgotten. as infinitesimal as you are in this world of billions, you exist and you matter. one person can change the destiny of so many others. take my hand tonight and show me what it means to love for a moment. our hearts beat to the rhythm of the rotating earth as it turns the hands of time against us. hours seem like minutes as the minutes turn to seconds on this fast-fading night. we fear tomorrow, the soon-to-come. we are young for now, but we feel so old. to carry on with shattered dreams is to breathe for the first time after beginning to drown; now is your chance. remorse be damned, for our time on this planet is so long yet so short, and our days as restless believers will soon pass us by. your children and their children will look up at you and ask what it was like for you to be young, and you will say, “my dears, i was an unfortunate soul how i miss those days.” so get out of your bed, close your books and computers and doors to the past. embrace the rejuvenation and possibility held in each day, for this second, this instant, this is it.
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